Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Maldives and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Yaz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
Technova,
10cc,
the Swans,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.